Chapter 1493: Chapter 1512: Don’t Cry to
“Don’t cry at ,” Huo Beijiang said coldly.
Ding Jiaqi’s eyes lit up. “Are you feeling sorry for ? I knew it. But don’t worry. Even though I’m disappointed and in pain, I will pull myself together. I won’t be knocked down easily.”
Huo Beijiang scanned Ding Jiaqi with a look that said, “Little Deer was absolutely right—this woman must have water in her brain,” and then started walking faster. Ding Jiaqi had to jog to keep up.
“Bei Jiang, don’t walk so fast. Wait for .”
Huo Beijiang abruptly turned around, his sharp eyes slicing through Ding Jiaqi like knife blades. The cold and cruel expression in his gaze was not masked in the slightest. “Don’t call Bei Jiang. You’re not worthy.”
The surrounding air seed to thin with his fury, giving off an oppressive, suffocating feeling.
Burbank discreetly stepped back, thinking to himself, Second Brother clearly looks like he wants to kill soone right now! Strange, why isn’t he making a move? I rember back when Second Brother was around, he didn’t have this much patience or restraint.
Otherwise, he’d have already beco the fearso second-in-command of the Kaka Military Group.
Ding Jiaqi stared at Huo Beijiang with tearful, blurry eyes. She stood frozen in place, biting her lip in grievance. Her neck, exposed outside her disheveled collar, bore fresh, blue-purple marks left earlier by the man’s rough actions.
Various kiss marks, bite marks, and the imprints of fingers from rough handling adorned her skin. She looked utterly wrecked yet exuded a pitiful charm to the extre. Especially her teary, bright eyes glistening like pools of water, seemingly about to overflow—they made anyone who saw her feel compelled to pull her into their arms and shower her with love. Or, perhaps, to let the beast within overthrow restraint and tear her clothing apart once again.
This ti, Huo Beijiang didn’t look away. Instead, his cold, scrutinizing gaze traveled from head to toe, as if dissecting her every weakness. The more he looked, the more his eyes reflected an icy disdain, tinged with fragnts of malice and dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, he pulled out the Damascus Military Knife from his waistband, terrifying Ding Jiaqi so much that she instinctively stumbled backward, awkwardly falling onto the ground. She sobbed miserably, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I apologize! Please, don’t be mad at . I… If there’s anything I’m not doing well, I’ll change. For you, I’m willing to change.”
Huo Beijiang felt an overwhelming annoyance tearing at him. He kept telling himself that Ding Jiaqi was still useful, that for Nan Fei’s safety, he could endure anything. He’d do whatever was necessary. But Ding Jiaqi’s relentless provocations, her persistent attempts to seduce him, had drained whatever patience he had left.
Yes, Ding Jiaqi was undeniably trying to seduce him.
Did she think playing at being pitiful, naïve, and innocent would make her truly pure-hearted and good? He had never seen any supposedly innocent woman who, after narrowly escaping being ravaged by two violent n, after nearly getting gang-raped, could still seize the opportunity to flirt with another man.
He wasn’t an idiot.
During past missions, he’d rescued won who had been tortured—so cried helplessly, so wanted to end their own lives, and others fiercely sought revenge, longing to take their enemies down with them.
But soone like Ding Jiaqi? Absolutely unheard of.
She had truly opened his eyes.
Huo Beijiang’s sensual, thin lips curled into a mocking, sardonic smirk. To Ding Jiaqi, that look felt like arrows piercing her chest, flooding her with unbearable pain.
“I… I…” She wanted to say she genuinely liked Bei Jiang, that she was willing to do anything for him. But the words stuck in her throat, and nothing ca out. She abruptly realized she’d impulsively ssed up again, utterly sabotaging the situation.
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